"Sister. Sister. My lovely little sister…"
Cries of people echo louder and louder.
"I am sorry, truly sorry…" A tear makes its way from my eyes to cheeks and soon, it falls on her face. And it doesn't take much time for other tears to join. I shake my head violently to deny the actions I am committing.
My eyes fall on her pretty face. The pretty face that is so lively. But now? It's nothing more than a shell-at least for now.
The shell that still shines the brightest.
I run my finger on her cheek, and then through her hair. Taking in every detail. Every moment. Because that is the last time I will be seeing it. Only because of a mere feeling.
I am the worst person to be her sister in the whole world.
She is as beautiful as space. As graceful as a lotus. Her eyes are as deep as the oceans. Her lips are as reddish as a rose. Her skin is as soft as lilies. Her hair is as dark as black holes. And her Henkai? Gorgeous. The best.
Her Henkai has always been the prettiest with the shining sun pictured.
If I am the day, she's the night. If I am fire, she's water. If I am land, she's space. If I am a white hole, she's a black hole. It doesn't mean I am brighter, it's just, she is the best.
"Sorry…" I sob.
My voice is like a dying whistle. My eyes are shut tightly.
"…I am really sorry…" I pause for a second, "…Stella."
I know saying sorry would do nothing but I have to do it anyway. Mama would be in an intense situation right now, because I am planning death for both myself and my little sister. All because of a stupid feeling.
Stella, my dear little sister, I am really sorry. Please forgive me.
And with that, I clench the knife tightly in my fist before cutting her head off her body with the same knife.
Drops of her blood fall on my face.
"You have to do this, okay?" I pause to take a breath that I no longer deserve, "I would have killed him if I could, but I can't."
Sorry. So sorry. My little sister.
You were the one in the whole world, I could feel for, but I had to do this.
I am really sorry.
I clench my hands on my lips. Only if I would have been as strong as to control myself.
I can't. I can't even control myself.
Her face resembles someone intensely, but I just can't remember it.
Can't remember the face.
Never ever.
Can't remember my sister's face.
I can't remember my own face.
I guess, it's because I have done my job.
Stopped her.
But I don't know why I cannot control myself. I cannot stop crying.
My body is shaking intensely.
The screams are louder now. My scream. Other me's scream.
Not mine. But mine at the same time.
My dear sister…I am sorry…Stella…I am sorry…I can never forgive myself.
I cannot control myself.
It must be a dream.
Why can't I control myself?
Yes, it must be a dream. A dream.
What dream? What are these thoughts? What is happening to me?
The room is covered in blood. Nothing but blood. Even no wall is visible, the floor, walls, roof, everything is drenched in blood.
My blood.
I am sorry…So sorry.
But sorry to whom?
To whom?
My little sister.
Stella? No. I am sorry to her, but this is not that sister.
So, who?
My little sister.
What was her name?
And that's when I remember it.
Anna. Anna-
My eyes are shut. And that's when I realise, I was sleeping.
So, it was a dream all along. Thank goodness, what a terrible dream.
I open my eyes-
Anna.
Anna's head.
Anna's blood.
Her lifeless body.
My sister…my sister-
I breath heavily.
What's happening?
She's dead. She can't be-
Blood covers my hands.
My sister.
"No. No. No."
I shake my head while my body shakes terribly on its own.
I killed…killed my…own sister?